revivalproject | [Open] A Woman At Work

WHO: Lark, Open
WHERE: Ul'Dah - Weaver's Guild and Markets
WHAT: Working as a weaver, looking for escort into the wilds
WHEN: During Eorzea event.
WARNINGS: None
NOTES: Unless otherwise noted, Lark will be wearing This

I - A Good Loom Does All | Ul'Dah Weaver's Guild | [Open]

The words were there on the paper, and Lark could not resist. Where there was a guild, there were people selling tools to the guild. Every morning she rose quickly and dressed herself. And then it was off into Ul'Dah.

The guild had everything she needed. It took little effort at all to prove herself suited to the crafting, and to be given the tools for starting the trade. The woman could not have been happier.

Which was why she was there now, sitting in one of the front rooms of the guild house, humming to herself as she took an afternoon break in her weaving to sip at her tea and enjoy a light lunch. Though when she looked up and saw one of her He Row compatriots, she looked very shocked.

"Good day," she said. "Have you come to learn? They are quite lovely here at teaching."

II - Market Day | Ul'Dah Markets | [Open]

Truly this was a lovely city, unlike anything she had known before. Yes, she had known many cities back home, but never one in a place like this. And never so loud of one. But, well, it made her feel a bit like home. More than Temba, more than the illusion created by young William, this felt like home. Perhaps it wasn't the blessed wonder of the Circle, but it was familiar.

Perhaps that was why Lark had adapted so quickly. To the clothing she had found herself in, to the working with the guild, and of course, to this. The bustling of the market. Lark moved happily through it, smiling to everyone she met, talking with merchants and discussing sales of the cloth she carried with her and purchasing of other supplies she would later take back to the ship.

Mostly, though, she looked happy as she tucked a stray hair back under the edge of her cap and she stopped by a vendor selling little cakes of dye.

"Oh what vivid colors!"

III - Questing Along | Ul'Dah Outskirts | [Open]
Raw materials were, at the end of the day, what any weaver or spinner needed. And those materials, Lark had been told, were in some cases to be found out in the wilds. There were plants that needed harvested, creatures that needed defeated, and things to be gathered. Only one problem.

Lark stood just outside of the gates, sighing to herself. Her basket at her side was what she was supposed to fill, and she wasn't certain how to go about it. It wasn't like her magic was suitable to combat, unlike that of some of the children, or perhaps Niko. No, this wasn't something Lark could do herself.

"Which leaves the question as to what I should do..."

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"W-well, you- You select a few numbers and- And then they pull numbers. And if they match... You win? Y-you know, this... This currency...?" He releases one of her hands to pull a bag from within his ruana. It's heavy and filled with a sizeable amount of Gil. Easily enough to buy a house or two in one of the cities.

"What am I going to do with it?!"

Huh. She... wasn't expecting that. Lark stares. That's... Something.

"Well, if you want my opinion, you help the needy. And set some aside for getting creature comforts for the return to Agra-10."

But she can figure it out too.

Help the needy is another concept Bruno has no real reference for. Not after growing up in a town where everyone supports one another until he's coming along to ruin their day. Helping he understands. And he wants to help where he can. But he doesn't even know anyone here, so how would he know who needs help and how is any of this money going to help them?

"Y-You know..." And he takes one of her hands, turns it palm-side up and places the bag in it. "You know more about this than I do, Lark. I'll just leave it to you!"

Wait, what?

"Bruno, please," she said, even as she takes the bag, "you will want some of this money. To buy food and clothing for yourself here. To buy things you want."

"Lark, I am wearing more clothes right now than I owned back home." Bruno points out, but then has to admit: "...but I guess you're right about the food. I just... I never had to deal with..." And he's gesturing vaguely at the bag, indicating the money within.

"I can show you," she says, rising to her feet with the bag. "Let me help you, Bruno. Please. It is not often I can teach people things other than weaving, and you and I have a very different experience of life than most people back on Agra-10."

Because that was just who they were.

"...would you?" It feels like a silly thing to ask the moment the words have left his mouth. Of course Lark would. She is that sort of friend that will genuinely help where she can, so Bruno just nods at his own question and drops his hand with a soft chuckle. "Of course you would."

Yes, it was a silly thing to say, so she just smiled patiently as she tucks the money securely away in her bag before making her way toward the door. "Let us start with a bit more clothing?"

"More clothing?" He winces and clearly doesn't sound too excited about having to go and find even more to wear, but Bruno follows along regardless, nudging the large hat he is wearing up a tad. "Do I need more of these as well...?"

The hat? She considers it.

"Only if you feel comfortable with more. Comfort is important for anyone. And I can make sure things are well fitted to you."

Comfort, huh?

"Well, I own clothes are very comfortable, you know?" He notes, then contemplates briefly. "Been wearing them for the better part of a decade now I believe."

"Yes, but is it not useful to have things to change into so you can clean those?" she asked, frowning.

And he doesn't repair his clothes while naked does he?

"Do you just fear change?"

"Oh, I- I had changes of them!" Bruno is quick to assure. "They were just like- Kind of all the same?" Or at least very similar pieces, given that he has come to wear very plain and simply clothes under his ruana. "Never really had to get anything else. Never had to go naked, either. A-at least not for long?" And the rats really couldn't have cared any less if they tried.

All the same? Well, Lark cannot judge. She herself was prone to wearing the one outfit only, all the time. But hers were effectively a uniform of her status.

"Well, I cannot judge that. Still, if you wish to try new things, this place seems suited."

[Open] A Woman At Work

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